Morph – Dahmer (Lituânia) – letras

I look out from these dirty windowsWhen the whole place burns a fire at nightSparking uo feelings from deep withinMy head is a bellSounds waiting forchange resoundPiercingly through the cool metalShell that encases precious emotionsA feedback of one thousandscreaming voicesOffer some hope for the futureWhen the choir fades to nothingI hurt and looking for a newWay of understandingEternal conflicts within the mindTormented psycho creates its own hellStoned agony in the bath of paintranscending my constant abstinenceAbstract painting painted in my headIm spouting clotted bloodThe grave is my only goalNo comfort for fucking IDIll wreak my havoc upon outside worldFighting with immortal enemies in my mind